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25 Years ago today, Pete Rose's 4192

Today the talk here in my hometown is the Buckeyes taking on the U of Miami. I can’t help but think of how great it would be to be present at Great American Ball Park tonight to honor Pete Rose.

Here’s a few reads to wet your appetite for the event. They’re relevant.

Rob Neyer says that Pete Roses’ hit streak will never be broken
Twenty-five years ago Saturday, Pete Rose collected his 4,192nd hit, supposedly breaking Ty Cobb’s all-time record (today’s best information suggests that Cobb actually finished his career with 4,189 hits). Since then, nobody’s approached 4,000 hits, let alone Rose’s career-ending total (4,256). Will someone, someday? To answer that question, it’s instructive to list the qualities that allowed Rose to reach those lofty marks. It took, among other things, a great deal of skill, a great deal of luck, and a great deal of … well, of whatever made Pete Rose Pete Rose.

ESPN does a story of the man who gave up the record breaking hit, Eric Show
“He was a guy you had to keep pumping up,” former Padres infielder Tim Flannery said. “If a line drive was hit right at somebody, he’d be bumming. We’d have to go, ‘Hey, it’s an out. Come on!'” Other teammates weren’t as gentle, namely the closer Gossage, who came over from the Yankees before the 1984 season. Gossage was right away lord of the Padres pitchers and made an early attempt to bring Eric into his flock. “We would talk about baseball,” Gossage says, “and he would start to get real heavy. I’d say, ‘Wait a minute, Eric, we’re better off keeping it as simple as it is. In baseball, a lot of things are out of your control. Like errors. A ball barely falling in.’ “But there was no reasoning with Eric. He’d just say, ‘Uh, I don’t want to talk about it.’ Or, ‘No, that ball should’ve been caught.’ You’d shake your head. Pretty soon, I didn’t even talk to him.”

Why don’t you just shut your big yapper!

Pete Rose was asked about his thoughts on the 2009 Cincinnati Reds. Unfortunately Pete was feeling honest on this day.

They aren’t as good this year as they were last year (74-88, fifth place). They didn’t do anything this winter to really help themselves. They acquired a catcher (Ramon Hernandez) who hit .257. Stevie Wonder could hit .230.

Annnnd he kept going:

I went to an NBA game in Indianapolis (last week). I wouldn’t have gone if LeBron James wasn’t playing. Who do the fans in Dayton have to drive to see on the Reds? You don’t want fans in Dayton driving to see the opposition. Who would you pay to see on the Reds?

They have to create some identity for the fans with players. They had it with Ken Griffey Jr. and Adam Dunn, but now who do they have?

Johnny Cueto, Jay Bruce, Joey Votto, but you’re right. I’d much rather watch that antelope Adam Dunn or broken down assed Ken Griffey Jr.

And one parting shot from the great one:

We (the Big Red Machine) ruined it for them by being so good. You aren’t going to get attendance if you don’t win. It’s a shame, but that’s the way it is. If they don’t get off to a good start, with the economy, they’re in trouble. I mean, what reason did they give fans last year to come back this year?

He speaks the truth to a degree. But we really don’t need him slamming us anymore then guys on the other sides are already going to.

Baseball Movie Review: Hu$tle

Title: Hu$tle
Other Reviews:
Diamond Hoggers Rating: 6.5/10

This was a Christmas gift. And while we will probably never get the use out of it of the $10 it was afforded for we figured because we love the Reds and because of Pete Rose’s historical signifigance to our favorite franchise, we should probably celebrate it as part of our official collection.

This movie was originall made back when ESPN thought it was going to expand the company into the movie production business. It was aired on ESPN as an ‘ESPN Original’. Aparently they thought that Tom Sizemore as Pete Rose was a good fit. I did not. Sizemore–while capturing the schmuck and shallow points of Pete, actually went overboard at times during this film–tough to do we think but he managed.

This movie didn’t have anything breathtaking as far as behind the scenes historical footage in the movie. Most of the stuff in the film the casual fan would not walk away from feeling informed about the situation. I.E. the ‘Dowd Report’ or the significance of a character like Paul Jansen. All one would know is that Paulie Jansen was Pete Rose’s bitch boy who ended up on the short end of the stick.

Scenes/Stuff I enjoyed:

-The conversation Pete had with former owner Marge Schott, although ol’ Marge wasn’t nearly haggard enough.

-Pete rolling around on the bed in an LA hotel with a buxom blonde, only to throw the blonde in Paul Jansen’s room when Pete’s angry wife shows up knocking on the door. Then, go figure that Pete’s wife gets pissed at Paul warning Pete that he is ‘nothing but trouble’! Again and again in this movie old Charlie Hustle makes his ‘buddy’ take bullett after bullett for him and amazingly he just keeps on taking them.

-Pete watching a basketball game late into the night, only to see the shot he needs to fall not fall and OH GOD HE LOSES AGAIN. God, don’t we know that feeling. We didn’t lose future mortgage payments or anything, but this is one situation where we could relate to Pete.

-Rose actually bets on the Reds to win in the movie, filling out his betting ticket with Cincinnati circled several times. We did not realize that this ever took place, later realizing that he bet on his own team several times. It’s also when he gets completely out of hand. WTF was he thinking?

-Paul Jansen sits front row above the Reds dugout at old Riverfront Stadium (ESPN did a decent re-make of the old stadium we grew up in) and Rose constantly looks at Jansen during games to check on the scores of his bets. Jansen then gives Rose a series of 6 thumbs up (wins) or thumbs down (losses). Oh God what that must of felt like. Suddenly we began to wonder: how does a guy like Rose go through life without a heart attack or any type of cardiac episode? There he is, managing big league ballgames; not the most stress free job to begin with. Then you’ve got Rose betting on the side for ‘fun’ and being chased by shadeface gangster types.

-I heard a few Dave Parker and Eric Davis references.

If I heard Pete Rose (Tom Sizemore) say “Who’s better then us” one more time I was going to pull the trigger.

Stuff I could have done without:
-Rose’s shmuckness was over the top we feel. Now, no doubt he’s a shadeball. But no one could be quite as shady as Tom Sizemore portrayed Rose as, could they?
-The whole thing seemed hurried and had the feeling of ‘could use more detail’. For a movie produced by a network built on sports footage, and archives and such; there just wasn’t enough meat and potatoes here.
-The damn thing just kind of…..ends. I mean, give us a little more, would ya?
-I wish there was more footage of actual downtown Cincinnati. The Queen city has been very kind to us. The downtown is very elegant. Would it have been too much to ask to actually produce the movie there?
This movie will never go down as a classic, but it’s definitely solid. Like the man it was based on, it’s far from unblemished. But it gives you an overall peek into the life of baseball’s all-time hit king, and what a degenerate gambler he was.

Holiday Haul

I didn’t get this above pictured Jay Bruce game-used bat for Christmas. I still did pretty well. I got the movies Hu$tle and Pride of the Yankees (reviews to come on those soon). I got a baseball calendar of America’s finest ball parks (both Major and Minor leagues). I also got a DVD/VCR recorder that I will be able to record the games on this upcoming season.

The main item of the haul was a Sony Bravia 26″ flat screen HD television. Ya know, to watch the Reds and all other baseball on this upcoming summer. All aspiring baseball journalists should have one.

This Guy’s Experience with Pete Rose was like our experience with Pete Rose

We never went into detail about the time we met Pete Rose at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas. But we’ve heard other’s encounters with the hit king himself. They remarkably; were all like the time that we saw Charlie Hustle, chatted him up about small talk, he failed to make any eye contact with us or anyone, and then we were shuffled through like the tourists we were. I managed to snap a picture on my camera phone but Charlie Hustle was charging the big bucks for his time and to get real photos of him. The spare in the video today exhibits that Charlie Hustle is as consistent in his autograph mongering as he was at collecting seeing-eye singles.

0:08– I’ve already decided I can do without this music. Eat shit for that, mearly34.

0:10– Oh you’re up? I don’t care. Nice to know you can still squeeze a few bucks out of Sin City these days. Good to know those nickel slots are treating you well you high roller you.

0:18– “You gotta pay $50 to get a photo. You have to buy a photo and get it signed.” Is that right? Interesting.

0:37– We get our first shot of that hit king on his cell phone, listening intently to some faceless, nameless gangster most likely. And it appears that the news isn’t good. If an expression could talk: “I knew I shouldn’t have bet a God damn 4-team parlay when the Phillies were starting Madson! Fuck! If I just would have left it as a 3-team! But the Phillies never lose at home to the Giants! It hasn’t happened for decades!”

0:41– The hit king is shamelessly picking his nose. There’s an Arriba standing behind him preparing for his big moment with Pete.

0:45– Reload time. And you thought the Peter went down easy! They invented the west coast for this shit! Gimme $500 on Colorado and Oakland to win their night-caps.

0:50– Possibly the best part of the video. Pete throws an arm around the little gal and pops squeezes in behind to get their photo with him. And he smiles that forced, fake smile that says ‘how many fuckin times do you think I’ve done this in this day/month/year/decade’.

0:55– Interview with Pete Rose’s forehead.

0:59– Rose has to remind his brain to work. It’s like when you’re working at a factory. You keep putting the widgets in the box all day long. After 8 hours of it, you tune out everything else and you’re just a fucking widget in the box stuffing machine. Well Pete is focused on getting the autograph signed. Talking is not part of the deal.

1:03– Patented side glance, accompanied by talking out of the side of the mouth like only Peter Edward Rose can.

1:05– Psychosis look. Look at those eyes!

1:12– Either you’re too nervous in the mind to help yourself, Pete; or you were never taught to look someone in the eye when they speak to you. These are your customers. Christ.

1:18– “How long you been doing stuff like this? Um, autograph signings?” annnnnnnd not a minute longer today it looks like.

1:26– Pete Rose, jump suit, fast, need-to-take-a-shit walk.

1:36– Man! You offended Pete Rose! Tough to do we’re sure! Hey, what a better way to celebrate then to head down to the Flamingo and hit up the nickel slots! I hear they’re giving away those cool free Flamingo cups that you can keep the nickels in! See you there!

1:41– Uh, yeah. We just watched your video. Play by play is not needed. And shave while your at it.

1:45– You have a way with wearing dickwad Buddy Holly glasses as well.

2:09– Happy ending after all. Rose smiling like a grampa with dementia at his 80th bday party.

I’m personally still just shocked that Rose wasn’t wearing a shirt with Hawaiian print on it.

Does this look like a face that tells the truth?

Never trust a fellow with beady eyes.

He did it. Or as he’d tell you, “he done it”. Today, finally after being ousted from baseball and being the best black sheep there ever was, Pete Rose admitted to not only betting on baseball, but bettin on his own team, the Cincinnati Reds, each and every Night.

“I bet on my team every night. I didn’t bet on my team four nights a week. I was wrong,” said Rose, who accepted a lifetime ban for gambling in 1989.

“I bet on my team to win every night because I love my team, I believe in my team,” he added. “I did everything in my power every night to win that game.”

Pete, you bet on your team because you had a fucking problem. It had nothing to do with love, unless you were talking about your relationship with a four team parlay. Believe me, I know the feeling. Besides single-handedly fucking Las Vegas out of ever getting a professional baseball franchise, you lied about it for 18 years. You lied when the truth was much easier. Selig was willing to serve your innocence up on a platter a few years ago if you would have just told the same story. What’d they do this time, twist your arm?

Oh Pete. Oh Petey, Oh Pete, (shakes head). When will you ever find exactly what it is you’re looking for? The entire world that followed this story since the Reagan administration (serious) knew you were full of shit. You always had that look on your face, as if your mother just asked you if you stuck your hand in the birthday cake, knowing damn well you did it–and there you were to tell her no with a straight face (eyes down of course), and blame your cousin. I bet when you were a kid you were the type to tell your friends you shot down an airplane with your BB gun, weren’t you. To me, you just always had that “I’m tellin’ a big fish story” look in your eye. Never once, was your material even convincing. If you and O.J. Simpson ran for office you’d fit right in, he’d be the VP though Pete.

When they casted the ESPN Movie, they told Tom Sizemore to go home until he could act more full of shit. His character, with all the props of Hollywood, couldn’t even come close to pulling off the loads of bullshit that you unloaded on all of us.

Do I think you should be in the Hall of Fame? Yes I do. That is because, I also share that same gambling problem with you. Guys like you and me, well, we can’t resist a roulette table betting $100 on red cause it’s been black 9 times in a row. It’s going to go fucking red! When it doesn’t your left explaining to your fiance what the $100 charge withdrawals were for 15 minutes apart on your bank statement. In your case, you bet Red too Petey. Cincinnati Red. I’m sorry Pete but what the fuck did you think was going to happen. You were as bad of a liar as you were at gambling.

Now go get your fuckin’ shinebox!